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“Keep talking.” “Talking?” “Your voice.” He released a pained groan and buried his face in the curve of my neck, hips still thrusting. “I need to hear your voice.” “Why?” “Because I need to know it’s you touching me.”
“Omigod, I killed you!” I wailed, throwing my hands up. “I killed you with my hymen!”
“I killed Gerard with my hymen, Daddy!”
“I don’t know whether to cry or kill you right now.”
“Come to Momma, pretty girl,” Aoife coaxed, gesturing for me to come closer. “Let me tell you how to seduce a man.”
Lizzie threw the glass she was holding, causing it to smash to pieces the moment it connected with the wall. “Can you both shut the fuck up!”
“You know what, Liz?” Gerard replied calmly. “One of these days, you’re going to have to make peace with the fact that the only person responsible for your sister’s death is your sister.”
Hugh didn’t let go. Ignoring her slaps, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, using his free hand to cradle her face to his chest. Eventually, she grew limp against him, hands reaching up to clutch the fabric of his school shirt, as he talked heatedly to the boys.
Meanwhile, Katie stood quietly looking on, with an unreadable expression on her face.
“Time can’t heal when it doesn’t pass by.”
She would never understand how many demons she chased out of my room with her body. Being with her in this bed, the same bed where I’d endured countless nights of torture throughout the course of my childhood, was so cathartic, it was almost surreal.
“Gerard, she’s a grown-up, in an authoritative role, who’s been making moves on a student!”
“It’s a Midas Touch rose,”
Tossing my phone on my nightstand, I reached a hand under my mattress to retrieve the familiar folded-up piece of paper, and then, like the masochist I was, I unfolded the page and reread Caoimhe Young’s suicide note. The real one. The one she left just for me.
He shifted in discomfort before saying, “Lizzie asked me to go with her.”
Gibsie, It is to my deepest shame that I write this letter. Words can’t express how sorry I am for the pain that my lack of belief has caused you. I let you down. I understand that now, and if I could go back in time to that night, I promise I would take you at your word. I would protect you from him. I have no way of making this better for you, or redeeming myself in essence because the bottom line comes down to the fact that I was supposed to protect you and didn’t. My biggest fear of all is that you won’t believe me when I say I didn’t know. I guess that’s a hypocritical statement to make
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I’m going to love you through all of this, I mentally told him, even when I do something that’s going to make you hate me.
I believe you, Gerard Gibson. I believe you. I believe you. I believe you.
“Don’t ever speak to me again, Lizzie Young,” I warned, and then, truly disappointed in myself, I walked away from one of my oldest friends in the world for the sake of another.
“Don’t worry about it…” His voice cracked when he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me roughly against his chest. “It happens to the best of us.”
“All the things he did to my body.” Feeling lifeless, I stared blankly ahead, feeling the tears trickling down my cheek. “I didn’t want any of it, Johnny.”
Because you’re my Gibs.” “And you’re my Kav.”
“Love these boys with our whole hearts, and hope and pray that they’ll pick themselves back up and show us that they’re worth the pain. That they’re worth fighting for.”
After all, taming 7 had been the adventure of my lifetime.
